The Howling Delve - Jaleigh Johnson [89]
The passage turned, weaving in a snakelike pattern for several yards without changing direction. Laerin pointed to the ground, where scuffed imprints of bare feet were clearly visible, even in the wavering torch light. "She won't be hard to track."
Frowning, Kali held up a hand for the group to pause. He listened. "Why don't we hear her running?"
"Maybe she's hiding," Laerin suggested. "We won't hurt you, little one," he called out down the tunnel.
Far off, Kail thought he heard a whimper. "Let's go."
The tunnel angled gradually, and at an intersection, Laerin guided them to the right. The tunnel dipped, forcing them to crouch and move single file.
"She's smart," said Morgan. "She knows we'll catch up to her on open ground. She's looking for a mouse hole."
The passage turned again, and finally Kali could stand upright. He shone the torch ahead and stopped, holding back Laerin and the others when he saw the girl.
She stood at the cusp of a second intersection, as if unsure which path to take. She swiveled her head to look back. Her eyes widened when she saw Kail, and she started to dart away.
"Don't!" Laerin shouted, springing forward.
The girl flinched. Kali saw her foot slide forward and heard the pressure plate click. The half-elf s sharper vision had seen the trap even in the shadows.
Laerin snagged the girl by the waist and pulled her to the ground beneath him. Above their heads, a spear burst from a hole in the tunnel wall, shooting across the intersection to ricochet off stone.
"Are you all right?" Kail asked. He statted to move forward,; but Laerin held out a staying hand. I
"Let Motgan check the intersection first," he said.
Kail gave Motgan the totch, waiting while the rogue checked the walls and floor for more spear holes. Laerin kept i a protective arm around the girl, but Kail saw him wiggle his eyebrows and whispet something to het that made her laugh. After that, het face lost much of its fear. The scene reminded Kali of how easily the half-elf had drawn him out, when he'd been a frightened boy in Mir. ‹
He turned to Dantane. "We can't take time to check all the walls. We need a barrier."
The wizard considered the tunnel wall where the spear had originated. He touched the stone and began a clipped chant.
A chill breeze funneled down the passage, tugging at Kail's hair. Dantane's breath fogged and the veins on the backs of his hands turned a sickly yellow-blue. The red flesh beneath his fingernails bled white. All of a sudden, he stopped speaking and slapped the wall with his open palm.
The sound was that of an ice-covered branch cracking against stone. Kali half-expected the wizaid's hand to shatter, but it did not. A sheet of ice spider-webbed from his fingers, the frozen strands shooting down the tunnel and thickening, filling. in the gaps until the entire wall shone white.
"That should hold anything that comes from the wall," Dantane said.
"Floor's clear," Morgan added, helping Laerin to his feet.
"Can you take us to Meisha?" Kali asked, crouching in front of the girl. Her eyes shifted to the torch in his hand, and Kali chuckled. "That's her-fire."
The girl nodded, and Kail set off again, keeping her just behind his hip as they walked along the passage. The tunnel stayed straight, and at the end of it, Kali didn't have to ask if they wete close. He could see by the moisture dripping from Dantane's ice wall.
They entered a deep chamber with a high ceiling. A pillar of brilliant flame stood in the center of the room, lighting;it to every corner. Meisha stood within the fire column, her hands clasped together against her chest.
"She's killing herself," breathed Dantane in fascination.
A hearty snort echoed in the chamber. "Not hardly."
Kali turned to see a boy of about eighteen or nineteen enter the chamber from an adjoining tunnel. He was as thin as the little girl, but his eyes held no fear, only defiance